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The world wavers between chaos and coherence, a paradox I deeply embrace
The world wavers between chaos and coherence, a paradox I deeply embrace,
I question the architecture of destiny—does it sculpt us, or do we shape it with trembling hands?
Doubt floats like mist over the river, but the current beneath is relentless and determined,
I've seen ruins blooming with wildflowers, silence birthing symphonies from the depths.
I hesitate, analyze, yet I step forward, for I cannot ignore the calling,
Even skepticism cannot deny the silent insistence of flourishing possibility,
Each step an echo of doubt and hope that keeps me in a fragile balance,
A journey weaving fragility with strength, darkness with the first light.
I balance my steps on the thin line of uncertainty surrounding me,
Where ruins become canvases for flowers and symphonies arise from deep silence,
I wonder if we are sculptures of fate or artists of our own ever-changing destiny,
But I continue to move, to dream, to believe in the possibility that whispers beneath doubt.
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Dan Enache
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